The host is no longer a human today.

Yan Changsui sneered, "Go back? What are you going to do? To satisfy your so-called loving mother's heart? To make you feel less guilty?"

Shi Yating met his eyes that seemed to see through everything, and subconsciously withdrew her hand awkwardly.

"Don't pretend in front of me anymore. If you could have sent me away out of your so-called guilt, why bother pretending now?"

Shi Yating hesitated and didn't dare to speak. She subconsciously took two steps back and was then embraced by Yan Lei.

Yan Lei looked at him with cold eyes, "No matter what, she is your mother."

Yan Changsui didn't even bother to sneer this time, he just turned around and left, leaving only one sentence - "I would rather not be born than have such a mother."

Shi Yating's body softened as if she was exhausted. After being held in Yan Lei's arms, she leaned on his shoulder and cried sadly. If someone didn't know better, they would think that it was someone else who made the mistake.

Shi Yating kept shaking her head, her voice choked with sobs, and her tears fell like beads that had broken off the string.

"Brother Lei, believe me, I really didn't know. I really didn't know he would treat my A-Sui like this."

Yan Lei hugged Shi Yating distressedly and comforted her softly, "Tingting, this is not your fault. It's all Xu Yang's fault. He was so cruel to treat a child like that... You are innocent."

Yan Changsui had no idea about their conversation behind his back. After they parted unhappily, he drove all the way back to the hotel.

There were many voices ringing in his mind.

"A Sui, you have to listen to me. Uncle Xu lost his ability to have his own child in order to save Mom. Mom must compensate him."

"Yan Changsui, your mother is the most important person in my heart. If you disobey your mother's orders, I will only let you understand what filial piety is."

"You little bastard! I'm going to beat you to death!"

Yan Changsui closed the door and covered his ears suddenly, but the insults still kept ringing in his ears. The man's ferocious face and the raised whip were still in front of him.

Yan Changsui's fingertips trembled violently. He took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out several pills at a time, and stuffed them directly into his mouth without adding any water.

(ps: The author does not study psychology, and this is a description based on search and imagination. Professional darlings, please give me some mercy, and everyone just read the plot (?????))

Yan Changsui chewed almost numbly. The bitterness exploded in his mouth, but he seemed not to feel it. He only felt as if he was back in that dark little house, being constantly bullied by someone he could not fight against.

During those dark days, he had already contracted bipolar disorder. Although it had not occurred for a long time, it had relapsed now.

The effect of the medicine did not take effect so quickly. Yan Changsui's hands were still shaking, and the shaking was getting more and more severe. His mind gradually became confused and he could not distinguish between reality and the past. He seemed to hear the sound of a phone call.

Yan Changsui's eyes were unfocused and somewhat empty, and his hand subconsciously touched the phone.

"Hello? Changsui?" Shen Zuixue's voice came from the phone.

Yan Changsui's eyelashes trembled, but he did not answer. The pill in his mouth had been crushed into powder and swallowed, leaving only a cavity full of bitterness that could not be dispelled.

He pressed his shaking hands tightly, his nails digging deeply into the skin on the back of his hands, even drawing blood.

The slight pain gave his suppressed emotions a little release, and Yan Changsui curled up unconsciously.